Palm Sunday Poem by Paul Twist

During Jesus's earthly ministry, He often told people not to tell anyone who He
was. Even when his brothers encouraged Him to go public. He said it was not yet
the right time. But the day He rode into Jerusalem on a donkey was the appointed
time, the only public announcement that He was God's promised Messiah, fulfilling
the prophecy of Zechariah 9.9. His announcement was rejected by many, yet God's
plan was fulfilled, as the following poem by Kay Hoffman clearly states.

They waved palm branches as He passed
And hailed Him as their King;
Yet, they knew not of the sorrow
The coming week would bring.
The glad acclaim would soon give way
To jeers and mockery;
In Pilate's court He'd be condemned
To a cross on Calvary.
But Jesus knew He was the price
In God's redemptive plan,
The Sacrificial Lamb come down
To die for sins of man.
The centuries have passed and still
He seeks those lost in sin,
Pleading with unyielding hearts
To repent and follow Him.
On this day we shout our praise,
O, let us not delay;
The palm-strewn path of long ago
Still leads to Him today.